Legendborn by Tracy Deonn (English) Paperback Book

Description: Legendborn by Tracy Deonn Includes a short story from Selwyn Kanes point of view. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description An Instant New York Times Bestseller! Winner of the Coretta Scott King - John Steptoe for New Talent Author Award Filled with mystery and an intriguingly rich magic system, Tracy Deonns YA contemporary fantasy reinvents the King Arthur legend and "braids together Southern folk traditions and Black Girl Magic into a searing modern tale of grief, power, and self-discovery" (Dhonielle Clayton, New York Times bestselling author of The Belles). After her mother dies in an accident, sixteen-year-old Bree Matthews wants nothing to do with her family memories or childhood home. A residential program for bright high schoolers at UNC-Chapel Hill seems like the perfect escape--until Bree witnesses a magical attack her very first night on campus. A flying demon feeding on human energies. A secret society of so called "Legendborn" students that hunt the creatures down. And a mysterious teenage mage who calls himself a "Merlin" and who attempts--and fails--to wipe Brees memory of everything she saw. The mages failure unlocks Brees own unique magic and a buried memory with a hidden connection: the night her mother died, another Merlin was at the hospital. Now that Bree knows theres more to her mothers death than whats on the police report, shell do whatever it takes to find out the truth, even if that means infiltrating the Legendborn as one of their initiates. She recruits Nick, a self-exiled Legendborn with his own grudge against the group, and their reluctant partnership pulls them deeper into the societys secrets--and closer to each other. But when the Legendborn reveal themselves as the descendants of King Arthurs knights and explain that a magical war is coming, Bree has to decide how far shell go for the truth and whether she should use her magic to take the society down--or join the fight. This paperback edition of Legendborn contains a teaser to the thrilling sequel, Bloodmarked, as well as an exclusive short story from Selwyn Kanes perspective! Author Biography Tracy Deonn is the #1 New York Times bestselling and award-winning author of The Legendborn Cycle. After earning her masters degree in communication and performance studies, Tracy worked in live theater, video game production, and K-12 education. When shes not writing, Tracy reads comics and fanfic, dreams up new magic systems, and keeps an eye out for ginger-flavored everything. She can be found online at @TracyDeonn and TracyDeonn.com. Excerpt from Book Chapter 1 1 A CAROLINA FIRST-YEAR sprints through the darkness and launches himself off the cliff into the moonlit night. His shout sends sleepy birds flying overhead. The sound echoes against the rock face that borders the Eno Quarry. Flashlights track his flailing body, all windmilling arms and kicking legs, until he hits the water with a cracking splash. At the cliff line above, thirty college students cheer and whoop, their joy weaving through the pine trees. Like a constellation in motion, cone-shaped beams of light roam the lakes surface. Collective breath, held. All eyes, searching. Waiting. Then, the boy erupts from the water with a roar, and the crowd explodes. Cliff jumping is the perfect formula for Southern-white-boy fun: rural recklessness, a pocket flashlights worth of precaution, and a dare. I cant look away. Each run draws my own feet an inch closer to the edge. Each leap into nothingness, each hovering moment before the fall, calls to a spark of wild yearning inside my chest. I press that yearning down. Seal it closed. Board it up. "Lucky he didnt break his damn legs," Alice mutters in her soft twang. She scoffs, peering over the edge to watch the grinning jumper grasp protruding rocks and exposed vines to climb the rock face. Her straight, coal-black hair lies plastered to her temple. The warm, sticky palm of late-August humidity presses down on our skin. My curls are already up in a puff, as far away from the back of my neck as possible, so I hand her the extra elastic band from my wrist. She takes it wordlessly and gathers her hair in a ponytail. "I read about this quarry on the way here. Every few years kids get hurt, fall on the rocks, drown. Were sure as hell not jumping, and its getting late. We should go." } "Why? Cause youre getting bit?" I swat at a tiny flickering buzz near her arm. She fixes me with a glare. "Im insulted by your weak conversational deflection. Thats not best-friend behavior. Youre fired." Alice wants to major in sociology, then maybe go into law. Shes been interrogating me since we were ten. I roll my eyes. "Youve best-friend fired me fifty times since we were kids and yet you keep rehiring me. This job sucks. HR is a nightmare." " And yet you keep coming back. Evidence, if circumstantial, that you enjoy the work." I shrug. "Pay is good." "You know why I dont like this." I do. Its not like Id planned to break the law our first night on campus, but after dinner an opportunity had presented itself in the shape of Charlotte Simpson, a girl we knew from Bentonville High. Charlotte popped her head into our dorm room before wed even finished unpacking and demanded we join her for a night out. After two years of EC, Charlotte had officially enrolled as a Carolina undergraduate this year and, apparently, shed turned party girl somewhere in the interim. During the day, the Eno River State Park is open for hiking, camping, and kayaking, but if you sneak in after the gates close like all the kids here have, its probably-to-definitely trespassing. Not something Id normally go for, but Charlotte explained that the night before the first day of classes is special. Its tradition for some juniors and seniors to host a party at the Quarry. Also tradition? First-year students jumping off the edge of the cliffs into the mineral-rich lake at its center. The park straddles Orange and Durham Counties and sits north of I-85, about twenty-five minutes away from Carolinas campus. Charlotte drove us here in her old silver Jeep, and the entire ride over I felt Alice beside me in the back seat, shrinking against the illegality of it all. The jumpers unfettered laughter crests the cliff before his head does. I cant remember the last time my laugh sounded like that. "You dont like this because its"--I drop my voice into a dramatic whisper--" against the rules ?" Alices dark eyes burn behind her glasses. "Gettin caught off campus at night is an automatic expulsion from EC." "Hold up, Hermione. Charlotte said a bunch of students do it every year." Another jumper sprints through the woods. A deeper splash. Cheers. Alice juts her chin toward the other students. "Thats them. Tell me why you want to be here?" Because I cant just sit in our room right now. Because ever since my mother died, theres a version of me inside that wants to break things and scream. I lift a shoulder. "Because what better way to begin our adventure than with a pinch of rebellion?" She does not look amused. "Did someone say rebellion?" Charlottes boots crunch through the leaves and pine needles. The sharp sound stands out from the droning background of crickets and the low bass thump pulsing our way from the partys speakers. She comes to a stop next to me and brushes her auburn ponytail away from her shoulder. "Yall jumpin? It is tradition." She smirks. "And its fun." "No," damn near leaps out of Alices mouth. Something must have shown on my face, because Charlotte grins and Alice says, "Bree..." "Arent you pre-med or something, Charlotte?" I ask. "How are you this smart and this bad an influence?" "Its college," Charlotte says with a shrug. "?Smart but a bad influence describes like half the student body." "Char?" A male voice calls out from behind a raggedy holly. Charlottes face breaks into a wide smile even before she turns around to see the tall red-haired boy walking toward us. He holds a red Solo cup in one hand and a flashlight in the other. "Hey, babe," Charlotte purrs, and greets him with a giggling kiss. "Char?" I mouth to a grimacing Alice. When they separate, Charlotte waves us over. "Babe, these are new EC kids from back home. Bree and Alice." She curls around the boys arm like a koala. "This is my boyfriend, yall. Evan Cooper." Evans perusal takes long enough that I wonder what hes thinking about us. Alice is Taiwanese-American, short, and wiry, with observant eyes and a semipermanent smirk. Her whole MO is dressing to make a good impression "just in case," and tonight she chose dark jeans and a polka-dotted blouse with a Peter Pan collar. Under Evans scrutiny, she pushes her round glasses up her nose and gives a shy wave. Im five-eight--tall enough that I might pass for a college student--and Black. Blessed with my mothers cheekbones and curves and my fathers full mouth. Id pulled on old jeans and a tee. Shy isnt really my thing. Evans eyes widen when they take me in. "Youre the girl whose mom died, right? Bree Matthews?" A trickle of pain inside, and my wall snaps into place. Death creates an alternate universe, but after three months, I have the tools to live in it. Charlotte jabs Evan in the ribs with her elbow, sending him daggers with her eyes. "What?" He puts his hands up. "Thats what you sai--" "Sorry." She cuts him off, her gaze apologetic. My wall works two ways: it hides the things I need to hide and helps me show the things I need to show. Particularly useful with the Sorry for Your Loss crowd. In my minds eye, the walls reinforced now. Stronger than wood, iron, steel. It has to be, because I know what comes next: Charlotte and Evan will unleash the predictable stream of words everyone says when they realize theyre talking to the Girl Whose Mom Died. Its like Comforting Grieving People Bingo, except when all the squares get covered, everyone loses. Charlotte perks up. Here we go ... "How are you holding up? Is there anything I can do for you?" Double whammy. The real answers to those two questions? The really real answers? Not well and No. Instead I say, "Im fine." No one wants to hear the real answers. What the Sorry for Your Loss Crowd wants is to feel good about asking the questions. This game is awful. "I cant imagine," Charlotte murmurs, and thats another square covered on the bingo board. They can imagine it; they just wouldnt want to. Some truths only tragedy can teach. The first one I learned is that when people acknowledge your pain, they want your pain to acknowledge them back. They need to witness it in real time, or else youre not doing your part. Charlottes hungry blue eyes search for my tears, my quivering lower lip, but my wall is up, so she wont get either. Evans eager gaze hunts for my grief and suffering, but when I jut my chin out in defiance, he averts his eyes. Good. "Sorry for your loss." Damn . And with the words I most despise, Evan hits bingo. People lose things when they have a mental lapse. Then they find that thing again from the lost place. But my mother isnt lost. Shes gone. Before-Bree is gone, too, even though I pretend that shes not. After-Bree came into being the day after my mom died. I went to sleep that night and when I woke up, she was there. After-Bree was there during the funeral. After-Bree was there when our neighbors knocked on our door to offer sorrow and broccoli casserole. After-Bree was with me when the visiting mourners finally went home. Even though I can only recall hazy snippets from the hospital--trauma-related memory loss, according to my fathers weird, preachy g Details ISBN1534441611 Author Tracy Deonn Pages 544 Publisher Margaret K. McElderry Books Language English ISBN-10 1534441611 ISBN-13 9781534441613 Format Paperback Imprint Margaret K. McElderry Books Audience Age 14-17 Series The Legendborn Cycle Year 2022 Publication Date 2022-02-01 UK Release Date 2022-02-01 Edition Description Reprint ed. DEWEY FIC Series Number 1 Audience Teenage / Young adult We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:134260129;

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